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The Drive Home (Mind Drips)

My mind drips;
Trails along distorts the world

My mind drifts off and begins to cycle​

​Looking beyond what my eye sees
they turn to glass

​Catching these rain drops

as they roll over my pupils

and when it pulls me back

And I’m reminded that I can see.

Rushes foreword
records in quick increments

what is left are these

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